[Dohalim's hands slide up Red Wine's chest, touches light and gentle. the pads of his fingers glide over perfect, damp skin, to the other man's back, up to his shoulders and down his arms. he rememorises every curve of muscle, mapping out trails along them. he's perfect, so perfect, and even in the haze of their lust, it's still amazes Dohalim how he'd managed to capture the heart of someone like Red Wine.
he leans his head into the Food Soul's hands and into the kiss, eyes fluttering closed for a moment to relish in the calm warmth. calm, for now, so the both of them can gather themselves. are they done? probably not, especially with the cloy of kizuna around them. he wants so much more of Red Wine, so much more. the sybian he's sitting on top of suddenly isn't enough.
tilting his head back slightly, Dohalim looks around for a moment, eyes landing on a plush chaise, before looking back up at Red Wine]
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he leans his head into the Food Soul's hands and into the kiss, eyes fluttering closed for a moment to relish in the calm warmth. calm, for now, so the both of them can gather themselves. are they done? probably not, especially with the cloy of kizuna around them. he wants so much more of Red Wine, so much more. the sybian he's sitting on top of suddenly isn't enough.
tilting his head back slightly, Dohalim looks around for a moment, eyes landing on a plush chaise, before looking back up at Red Wine]
I want you in me. Let me ride you...